Cover Artist: Laura Harner
Publisher: Hot Corner Press
Blurb(s):
Two
years ago, Jamie Mainwaring and Remy Remington had nothing in common except
missing boys and a blazing hot mutual distraction. When the case was over, so
were they. Although they went their separate ways, life—and death—keep the men
connected.
After another deadly
tragedy touches both their lives, the men say what they believe must be their
final goodbyes—only to have their worlds collide once again. This time they end
up in Las Vegas, one man for work, the other to try to mend a very personal
pain.
Although Jamie and Remy
once excelled at mixing business with pleasure—this time, the stakes are much
higher—they’ve got forever on the line. When they discover Jamie’s case has an
unexpected connection to Remy’s son, they must put everything aside to find Toby
before the young man makes a decision that will change all of their lives. One
thing is positive, time is running out.
Excerpt:
“I
don’t know if I can do this, cowboy,” Jamie whispered. Even while his heart was
busy trying to put on the brakes, his traitorous hands slid to Remy’s waist. He
leaned up to steal another kiss. The slide of slick tongue, the wet heat,
familiar taste all insistently telegraphed the same message. This is right.
Jamie arched
toward Remy, tugging at his shirt, sliding hands along the hot flesh, pulling
him closer. Returning the kiss, Remy made a noise halfway between a groan and a
growl, then took a commanding control, forcing his head back, their tongues
dancing in an addicting blend of white-hot urgency.
Just like
the first time they’d kissed, the effect of Remington’s kiss was like no other.
It wasn’t just a kiss, it was an assault on his senses that left his head
spinning and his lungs desperate for oxygen. Even his toes tingled. Intense.
Passionate. Perfect. They fit together in a way he’d never been able to
duplicate with any other man. Yin and Yang. Black and Tan. Fish and Chips.
Breaking their kiss, Jamie nearly snorted with laughter.
Immediately,
Remy dropped his hands to his sides and took a giant step backward. “I’m sorry,
Jamie. I didn’t mean to—” His eyes were heavy, the lush lips swollen from their
kisses, the dress shirt untucked and rumpled. Jamie wanted to finish undressing
him, to use his mouth to ravish that beautiful body.
Trying to
focus, Jamie said, “No—it’s not that. I was thinking—”
“Always
dangerous with you,” Remy interrupted.
Jamie
laughed again. “Too true. I was thinking about how perfectly our kisses seem to
fit together. The things you do to me are like no one else…then I lost the
thread.” He repeated his thoughts.
“Like fish
and chips? Seriously?” Now Remy was laughing, too. “How do I go from being your
best kiss to being compared to a piece of cod?”
Jamie shook
his head. “I don’t know. Nerves, maybe?”
Remy nodded.
“I’ll go back to my room.”
“No,” Jamie
practically shouted. Remy tilted his head and blinked. The man probably thought
him mad. Maybe he was.
“Jamie, help
me out here. What can’t you do? How can I help?” Remy took Jamie’s hand and
started to lead him toward the couch. Jamie tugged him to the bedroom instead.
“I don’t
want you to leave, Remy. Really, I don’t. Let’s go to bed.”
“Jamie, you
don’t have to do this. In fact—shit, I can’t believe I’m saying this—but I’d
rather we not do anything if you’re not sure.”
“That’s just
the trouble, Remy. I’m sure I want this.” He used two fingers to point back and
forth between them. “What I’m afraid of is what happens afterward. I’m not sure
I can…survive watching you walk away again. And God, I’m so sorry. I know it’s
way too soon for both of us—too soon after Miggy—too soon for this to be
something you can commit to. That’s what scares me.”
Remy pulled
Jamie so they both sat on the edge of the bed. Their hips touched, but Remy
leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the position he always assumed
when he needed a bit of self-protection. “I get that. I’m scared, too, you
know. It nearly killed me to watch you walk away in Phoenix. And you’re right,
it’s too early to search out Elvis and put on wedding bands. But Jamie, I don’t
think it’s too soon to say we can try.”
Jamie’s
stomach twisted, and his heart thudded erratically. Remy turned his head, and
gave him a half smile. “Miggy…his death was ugly, beyond senseless. It was a
fucking bomb, set two years ago by that asshole Cortez. And we never knew. We
all went about living our lives—never once considering we were running out of
time. All of us, Jamie—not just Migs. But here’s the thing…I don’t regret the
journey, even if I hate the ending. But I have to wonder, what other time bombs
are waiting for us? What regrets would we have if one of us died tomorrow?”
The words
released the binds around his heart. As if someone opened the starting gate,
Jamie surged forward, knocking Remy back onto the bed with an oomph. Like the
crazed man he was beginning to suspect he was, he fumbled until he managed to
get Remy’s shirt and slacks open. He was making splendid progress until he was
distracted by the warmth of the big hands that slipped under his shirt and the
roll of Remy’s hips. Even through their remaining clothes, hard length pressed
against hard length.
“Jamie,”
Remy said his name like some sort of incantation, weaving a spell with his voice.
Jamie cried out when he was flipped over, his back landing on the mattress with
a thud, and he was pinned by the weight of Remy’s body. His mouth was plundered
as Remy tasted and pulled back before tasting again. So much like their first
time.
Breaking
their kiss, Remy rose to his knees and tugged his shirt over his head, then
stood and gave Jamie a long look. Jamie remembered the taste of those finely
pebbled brown nubs, the scrape of the coarse brown chest hair, the heat of the
golden skin. Still Remy waited, thumbs hooked inside his waistband, the zipper
unfastened, more than a hint of cock showing, since he’d obviously gone
commando. Jamie licked his lips and glanced up to meet Remy’s heavy look. Only
then did Remy finally let his slacks drop to the floor. Jamie unfastened his
own pants, but Remy pushed his hands aside and finished undressing him, adding
his clothes to the growing pile. Then they were pressed naked together and
Remy’s mouth found his once more.
“Say my
name,” he demanded.
Jamie smiled.
“Remy,” he mumbled against the warm lips that branded him as claimed. “Remy.
Remy.”
“Fuck, Jamie. I love the way you say my name,” Remy
whispered.
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Raised in California, Laura likes it
hot, which explains why she ended up in Arizona via such diverse places as
Japan, Maine, and Florida, and many more places in between. After retiring from
the US Navy, she found a niche working for land management agencies, including
the National Park Service and the Bureau of Land Management. Though she has
held many jobs around the world, her favorite was working and living in Grand
Canyon National Park. Working (and eating) in New Orleans was a close second.
You will find many of her books are set against the rich backdrops provided by
coastal Louisiana and northern Arizona.
When asked how she started writing,
Laura tells of waking on Boxing Day a few years ago, with a woman named Elena
MacFarland yammering in her dreams, demanding her story be told. Despite never
attempting to write fiction before that morning, Laura ignored all of the
holiday visitors and the Highland Destiny series was born. She doesn’t believe
it was a coincidence that the great grandmother who died when Laura was just a
baby was named Elena MacFarland. Destiny does play a hand.
Laura
became a full-time writer in 2012, and now she spends her time writing,
watching her Arizona Diamondbacks, and working on her very own version of the
Willow Springs Ranch in northwestern Arizona. She is a multi-published author
of erotic romance, mystery, and urban fantasy and her books can be found at all
major online retailers.”
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I love Laura's books, but I have only just started reading the first book so I cannot say what is my favourite part yet as I know that I am sad because Jamie Mainwaring and Remy Remington do not get a happy ending in the book, but go their separate ways. So hopefully by the last book they will find happiness be it with each other or with someone or someone's that makes them happy, as I am soppy like that :)
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